Postpartum OCD & Anxiety
For nine months you hear the same promises on repeat:
“Enjoy the peace and quiet while you can.”
“Once the baby’s here, everything will make sense.”
“You’ll feel nothing but love.”
“You’ll bounce back in no time.”
“Everything you’re feeling is normal. You are just overthinking.”
However, before I ever became a mother, my mind and body had already survived two events that rewired me from the inside out.
Survival
Wednesday, May 29, 2019: I was twenty-seven years old when my life was suddenly split in two; life before the ruptured brain aneurysm and life after. At the time of the rupture I was unaware that this was happening. A quiet moment I didn’t have words for. A period of my life I struggle to remember clearly. A rupture inside my own head so silent that I didn’t understand I was crossing a line I could never uncross.